Because The Soul Is Like

I Wash My Hands Of Those Who Imagine Chattering To Be Knowledge, Silence To Be Ignorance, And Affection To Be Art.

I Have Learned Silence From The Talkative, Toleration From The Intolerant, And Kindness From The Unkind; Yet, Strange, I Am Ungrateful To Those Teachers.

A Minute Moving Among The Patterns Of Beauty And The Dreams Of Love Is Greater And More Precious Than An Age Filled With Splendor Granted By The Weak To The Strong.

Love Descends Upon Our Souls By The Will Of God And Not By The Demand Or The Plea Of The Individual.

The Song Of The Voice Is Sweet, But The Song Of The Heart Is The Pure Voice Of Heaven.